In a amazing night, we get into a discussion. Get there posing is eyes on me. Looking for a great manner to ask me. I told I was not tired of living the moment. Look wisely I get a bit more interested, I check the rain falling over us. It was romantic, I feel little less uncomfortable for once. I guess I cannot have the feeling badly, I say that we could get together, which was denied first.
After the first encounter with coffee, he was amazing hair. I say I was not exacly what the world demand sometime. I like how it cross my vibe. Looking forward to the lunatic sky that get some mystery behind, dancing and floating in this madness. I told I was not a perfect person, told me, I got out of a relationship, that got behind. I say do you mind, I’m kinda of a geek. Isolated into the branch of the system, looking for peace in a moment of lots of myriad it goes beyond me, to see clear, my vision change, look at it. A good night dancing with the bright night under a good balad. I’m only happy when it rain. Which didn’t get denied. See ya tomo.
The big time I say I was somewhere in between. I look there nothing that changes, long time getting on. I would believe it flow once in a while. I keep on walking in the little place. Never I take that long path, I refuse to admit I was looking like them. I keep negotiate really near there almost a long road but today I don’t have time for that. I am willing to find someplace one day, surely hope. Living like that is a bit too much ahead. Things were living in that place. I hold my best way to go up. The perfect dream has to be relapsed, it goes further the point of no return. I guess they all silence that kind of vivid. Look upon another wall. Convey the pathway each side, get the loopback, it would do the hold. Things bring always a better way to appreciate the little bit of conjecture.
We take our shape we continue to go onto the land of desire. Everything goes away the light began to blur. It could have been. I was in a war, I was myself going to the little dark grin. Broken the glass fall into a little one that could be empty. There no way around. I am serious in not believing that it would change something. Things falling its all a mess. I get everywhere and I try everything, nothing will help convince that bothers enough to get a better way. Alone like that and it’s finished. Where is the brave new world? Why all dream says we gonna die, do we know if things are against us all the time? Where we can go free and begin back our journey and get a better vision. Another cloud going to smother another one. If we could just get any, it would rains on our shoulders, and we would be defeated, we can move clockwise, and we can also look further away just to decide that we can not afford yesterday.
I guess what I am still not really know is how far it can go. Life is a good thing to get through. When I was sitting near the place of the street, I was looking there for the night become like dust. I get twine into the brightness of the big heap. Until the snow could beat my generous and also filter all the mockery of the limb. I guess no one knows where it could have gone. My clue was purposely waiting at the pace of my window heart. Collapsing into the big circuit of this perfect land with lamp. I was searching the energy that fuel that rampage and dispute all the tiny little mark under the skin so hard I couldn’t sleep with lots of it, I was fueling to dust.